Chapter 22

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Cooper leaves the tattered building and heads towards the bunker, leaving Bellamy and Clarke alone. It takes everything in Clarke not to lunge and pry the woman's eyes out. The sole being of the cause of her immense fear and dread for her children. The innocent little ones put in harms way, nearly shot and killed by her reckless, unforgiving, hand. Bellamy notices her rage and takes her hand in his own. Little by little as the seconds pass he can see her calm down. Her body is still rather tense, eyes still raging on from the most recent events, but she's reeled in the anger enough to control. Enough to get through what will happen next. 

"Are the kids okay? What happened?" 

Clarke explains everything and he sighs, not just of relief but anger. His head hung low, eyes gazing down at the ground. Before voicing any other word something else catches his eye. Black trickling down Clarke's side as a dark bloom stretched against her shirt. Blood. Quickly he reaches out to her and lifts the hem of her shirt. Surely enough she had been hit when the shots were fired. Before he could properly assess the damage she shoves her shirt down. 

"Clarke-"

"Its just a graze." She turns from his hand and says, "We need to speak to Octavia. Right now." Without putting up a fight or trying to double check her wound, Bellamy follows Clarke out of the building and into the bunker. He can help her with the graze later. 

Bellamy half expected his sister to be in her office or private room at this time of night, but instead what they find is more off putting than he would have liked. Not only is Octavia not in either place he would have thought,  but she wasn't alone. He all but had to stop Clarke from jumping off the railing to get to her daughter as quickly as possible. 

Octavia, Monty, Harper, Madi, and Augy all stood below in the fighting pit. Augy stood beside Monty and Harper from the side as the looked at Octavia and Madi talking. Normally Bellamy wouldn't think ill of his sister's intentions with Madi, but a lot has changed over the last six years. And there was no telling what Octavia was capable of when it came to hearing the truth. But what they witness next makes his blood run cold. Even Monty and Harper begin to protest as the witness Octavia pull out a knife and slice the palm of her hand. It wasn't until Madi offered her own that Clarke finally found her voice.

"Madi!" Clarke shouts with worry, but the tinge of venomous anger rises to the surface with the next name she calls. "Octavia!" Clarke makes way for the stairs, only to be stopped by three guards. "If you don't get out of my way primfaya will look like mercy compared to what I will do to you."

Bellamy places his hand on her back as the guards gulp and look to Blodreign for instruction. "Let them though." She orders.

Clarke flies down the stairs and shoves Octavia forcefully away from Madi, her first balled tightly by her side. Bellamy pulls Madi away and quickly wraps her now bleeding hand, then checks her and Augy over for further injury. Once he finds none he looks to his friends for an explanation. There had to be a reason why they were here, with Octavia of all people.

 "Madi wanted to come down here and talk to Octavia." Harper murmur. Her eyes hesitating as they look up at the now enrages Clarke. The mother's who's own eyes fell to the five of them. "She said you knew why."

"I can guarantee you I didn't." Madi keeps her head down in shame for her lie, knowing what she did was wrong. But she thought what she was doing was right. Maybe this way Clarke wouldn't leave and it would be safe.

"She needed to know the truth. I just wanted to help." Even with the child's reasoning Clarke's blood boils in anger, her worry crashing in waves. Madi took a very large risk and now they all had to face the consequences of it. With her emotions running into over drive as she sees the woman in front of her, Clarke barks another order, her eyes never leaving Octavia.

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